Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, Twilight or the characters therein. Nor sadly do I make any moneys from the posting of this fanfiction.

Hello one and all. Talk about strange. I never thought I would write a Twilight story of any sort. Well, I said the same thing about hooking up Deadpool with Hermione so there you go. Enjoy!

WARNING! Okay, first things first. If you are a Twihard, chances are you're not going to like this story. I'm not nice to the characters and I'm downright mean to Bella. But if you're able to set aside how you feel about that, I'm sure that you'll find the story at least somewhat entertaining. Or I hope that is the case. There's major character(s) death(s) too (I can't give away the entire story at the start), which I just know will gain me several flames in the reviews. Just remember that these are fictional characters and not in any way real. That being said, you've been warned.

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Chapter One

It was the sound of lightly treading feet making their way into the chamber that had each of the three brothers turning or looking up from what they were reading. It was Aro, stubborn and arrogant Aro that was the last to look up from his book and only when a shadow fell over the text he was glancing at did he pull his eyes away. He looked straight up into his mate's golden amber eyes. And she wasn't happy.

"I leave for seven years," she said slowly her British accented tones crisp and clearly reflecting her ire. "Time you assured me that you could and would be able to handle…"

"I…"

Her hand shot up in a snap, halting his words as her finger was pressed to his lips. His eyes narrowed, but he kissed the digit and said nothing as she continued to speak.

"Aro, you assured me your brothers and yourself would be able to handle whatever came up in this time. And yet I come back to the Volturi on the verge of war. That, my love, is not handling anything." She stood up straight, looking over to her brothers through bond. Smiling she said, "Caius, Marcus, it's so good to see you both. We must catch up later. Right at this moment, I need time with my mate. You understand?"

Marcus walked over to her, kissing both her cheeks. "It's wonderful to see you as always, Hermione. We'll catch up over a meal later, shall we?"

"Of course," she murmured.

He turned to leave, nodding towards Aro as he did so and went on his way.

Caius strolled over towards her, stopping short of her. Looking her over, he said, "You stink of the wizarding folk."

"For good reason," she told him. "Because I was with the wizarding folk." She smirked, adding dryly, "And contrary to popular belief, they don't taste like chicken."

"Very funny," he muttered, as he made a sour face. "Why ever would you stay with them at all? They make more problems than they solve."

"Some might, but in this case I had to," she told him. "There would have been war otherwise."

Realization hit him. "Riddle?" She nodded. "Did you fair well, sister?"

"As well as any who survives a war can, I suppose," she told him. "I'll tell you all about it later."

"Promise?" She nodded. "Then I shall inform Athenodora of your return home, shall I?"

"I will speak to her tomorrow. For the moment, I just wish to unwind and be with Aro," she told him quietly.

"As you wish," he murmured and went on his way, closing the library doors behind himself to assure their privacy.

Aro soon enough was to his feet and around the table in front of her. He stopped short of pulling her into his arms, as he looked deeply into her amber gaze.

"I need to be healed," she told him. "Minor issues for the most part…"

"You're bleeding," he growled. "I'm shocked my brothers didn't sense as much."

"I masked it," she admitted. "Aro…" Tears gathered in her eyes. "We were captured…" A sob tore through her and soon enough she was deep into his embrace, as she cried deeply—her pain like a red hot poker in his mind as her memories were shared with him.

"They tortured you?! Who would dare harm you?" he demanded.

"Bellatrix LeStrange," she breathed, clutching her left arm to her chest. "My arm, Aro! My arm!"

He scooped her up into his arms and carried her straight over to their rooms. Aro stripped her of her clothing and was immediately incensed at the sight of violence played out on his mate's body. His fingers went to a long scar that was nearly bisecting her body.

"Who did this?" he demanded quietly.

"Antonin Dolohov," she breathed.

Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly as he kneeled next to her, kissing her forehead. "I will fetch the healers."

"Will you stay with me while they work?"

"Of course," he assured her.

He stayed by her side, holding her right hand as the healers dealt with her injuries. It was while she was being healed that Hermione listened to what was going on in Forks, Washington.

"Let me get this straight," she murmured. "There's a supposed prophecy about this girl being turned, she's stirring the pot, as it were, between us and the shapeshifters that hunt us, and now there's something—you know not what—going on with the girl and you're awaiting word as to whether or not you'll be going over there to start or stop whatever it is?"

"That's about correct," he said. "None of it makes sense to me, Hermione. There's no logic to it."

She looked up into his eyes, cupping his face. "There is logic in this. We just don't know all of the answers as of yet to make it so." She lifted herself up slightly from the bed, kissing his mouth lightly. He returned the kiss passionately, lying down next to her so that they could easily look into each other's eyes. "Call for Harry Potter to come here. He'll bring others with him. We can send them over to find out some answers before going forth with the confrontation. Answers that will settle everything, I'm sure."

"Why Potter and the other wizards?"

"They have something we do not," she told him. "They can and will stay off the tribe's radar, as they have a heartbeat. Harry is a keen observer of life. He'll be a great auror one day because of it." She gasped as the pain became worse for a moment. Taking a deep fortifying breath, she sighed, "I'll need to be unconscious for them to work on my mind and brain…"

"Why?" Aro asked, lifting himself up to look at her more intensely.

"She used the cruciatus on me," she told him. "We need to know if there's any…" Her lips pursed. "Aro, my mind…it's the only…"

"Hush, beloved," he rushed on. "Your mind though great isn't the only thing about you of value. You are more valuable than gold to me. You always have been. You always will be." Pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I will watch over you. Rest."

Looking deeply into his eyes, she breathed, "I love you forever, Aro."

"And I you," he murmured, and watched as her eye lids fell closed.

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Harry Potter arrived to the compound with a venerable army. Trouble was that most of them there were scared out of their wits. All save for Luna that is, as she seemed to have a firm hold on the fact that they wouldn't have been so cordially invited to the Italian compound if their end goal had been to kill the Savior of the Wizarding World.

"I say we thank them for their kind invitation and go back home," Ron told his friend. "This place gives me the creeps!"

Rolling his eyes, Harry reminded him, "They made mention of Hermione, Ron. I'm not leaving until we find out what they know about her disappearance."

They were all shown over to the throne room where the three brothers resided over the small group of witches and wizards. The man in the middle throne stood. His dark tresses shown raven's wing black in the candlelight. Red eyes studied all of the magicals in room before settling on Harry.

"Mr. Potter," he murmured, his slightly accented voice was but a purr. "It is an honor to meet you."

"Uh, thanks?" His hesitance had the vampire smiling kindly to him.

"Ah love, you did tell me that he was very awkward, but I do believe that you were understated when you said as much," he said slightly louder than before.

"He is a delight in his inability to accept even well earned praise, I fear, Aro," came from behind them.

Spinning around most there were gaping at Hermione. She was dressed in finery the likes most of them there never had seen before. Added to this her once wild hair was slicked back into a tumble of more controlled curls cascading down her back.

"Hermione?!" Ron croaked out.

"Hello, Ronald," she murmured, going over to Harry. "You brought Dumbledore's Army?" This had him blushing. "That's overkill even for you."

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked her.

"That's quite the story," she stated, walking through them over to the Vampire. "Tha me voithíseis na to po, agápi?"

"Allá fysiká, agapimé," he murmured, as he took her hand into his own and kissing her knuckles. Wrapping her arm around the crook of his elbow, they turned to face them. "She is my mate. She has been my mate since we met back in the 15th century."

Needless to say they were all shocked by this news. Unfortunately the silence wasn't to last.

"You're a vampire?!" Ron all but screeched.

"Yes, Ronald," she said. "I am. What of it?"

"B-but how…"

"Dumbledore," Harry breathed.

Smiling she turned to her mate. "Oddly enough the former headmaster may have had some notion that I wasn't completely what I said I was, but he wasn't the one responsible for me being at the school." She looked to one of the footmen. "Fetch our guest, please?"

"Right away, my lady," he answered, bowing and taking his leave.

"Guest?" Aro asked.

"He was injured. Bringing him here was the best I could do," she murmured to which he nodded.

Hermione looked over towards Harry saying, "I want you to know that even though I may have gone over there for one person, I ended up staying for you." She released her mate and went to stand in front of her friend. "You are and shall always be my brother."

Harry threw his arms around her and hugged her. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh yes, because that would have gone over so well," came from Ginny, who was speaking for the first time since arriving there.

Laughing, Hermione turned to her. "You're right of course." Looking back over to her best friend, she added, "I wanted to tell you so many times, but I either lacked the time or the correct way to do it. And for that I am sorry."

Harry thought it over and nodded as he smiled in acceptance of her apology.

"How were you able to look young and age?" Neville inquired.

"I'm a shapeshifter," she told him. "I was one even before I became a vampire." Looking into Harry's green eyes, she sighed. "How are you fairing?"

"As well as to be expected," he muttered to which she nodded.

Just then one of the last people that they thought would have come walking into the room did—and it turned out to be more shocking to them than Hermione's secret.

"Snape?!" Neville hissed even as Ron, of all people, fainted into a heap.

"Mr. Snape, Neville," Hermione reprimanded him gently, as she went over to Severus. "Feeling better?"

"Much," he answered quietly, shooting a look at Harry and the others there. "What are they doing here?"

"The reasoning hasn't come up yet," she murmured. "Have you fed as of yet?"

"Not as of yet," he answered. "And Lorena doesn't wish for me to go out hunting at the moment."

"Good," Hermione murmured, looking over to her mate who nodded and snapped out an order to one of the footmen, who rushed off to see it done.

"What is that man going to get?" Neville asked.

"An elk," Aro answered, as he stepped behind Hermione and wrapping his arms around her.

Resting back against him, she breathed, "Just a few more minutes, love."

"You're still healing," he said, his voice firm. "They will have guest rooms and dinner will be served for them shortly." He scooped up his mate. "Say goodnight and you will all see each other come the morning."

TBC…

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Translations:

Tha me voithíseis na to po, agápi? (Hermione)—Will you help me tell it, love?

Allá fysiká, agapimé (Aro)—But of course, beloved

Translations done on my smartphone's translator. Any mistakes are unintended and not completely my own.

And that's the first chapter flying out at you. Thanks for reading. Please if you could, review. Take care and I hope that you're all having a glorious day.